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I Ran on Streets of Gold

April 5, 2016 by Ellen Moore 5 Comments

I could make excuses. I could say I don’t have the right gear. Or a place. Or the time due to all the doctors and nurses and therapists coming in and out of the room.

Or I could make the most of what I’ve got. I could take a look at my resources and figure out what is possible. Two roads diverge is this wood. I take the one less traveled by. And that makes all the difference.

Catherine has been in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) at Johns Hopkins for a week. I started getting a little crunchy – which is code for angry and bitchy. I realized I needed to exercise. I needed that flow of endorphins to bathe my brain and help me find the light in what many would view as a dark situation.

I asked about a gym. I figured the staff at the world’s best hospital might have a gym for managing all their stress. Maybe I could talk my way in there I thought. I learned they have one. It’s card accessed. And it’s pretty small. Hmm – that didn’t sound like the path I wanted.

So I went looking around over the weekend when the H was quiet. Eureka! A long beautiful hall with lots of windows through which crystalline light pours onto glimmering floors. I walked the hall wondering how far it went. Around a corner. And another. Then I hit the end, found a column I could loop around and determined I could definitely get a good run here. No idea how far it is but I set a timer and just ran. I ran in a long hallway inside Hopkins with beautiful light cascading onto glistening floors that reflected mica-type flakes. In my mind they were gold.


We can do anything we set our minds to do. We can choose to be trapped indoors or run on pavements of gold. Thank you Catherine for the opportunity to find the gold.

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  1. Julie says

    April 5, 2016 at 4:41 pm

    A great priest friend and mentor used to say, “Stop telling me what you can’t do because of what you don’t have. Tell me what you do have and let’s figure out what God is calling you to do with that.” Stewardship = using the resources God has given you, to do the work God has called you to do. God gave you a beautiful place to run and called you to care for yourself. You did. That is good stewardship.

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    • Ellen Moore says

      April 5, 2016 at 5:30 pm

      Love that perspective Julie! Thanks 🙂 your sermon was great btw!! Honored to be part of it!

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  2. pam says

    April 6, 2016 at 6:32 pm

    Ellen, thinking of you.

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    • Ellen Moore says

      April 6, 2016 at 7:32 pm

      Thanks!!

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    • Ellen Moore says

      April 12, 2016 at 5:08 pm

      Thanks Pam!!

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Hi, I’m Ellen

I’m just a mom making my way, but my way is a little different. And yet, very much the same. I have a 13-year-old daughter, Catherine, who was born at 25 weeks and weighed one pound, nine ounces. Despite a very severe brain bleed, she lived and inspires me every day with all she works so hard to do... Read More…

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